Breathe: A Tale of Vampire Erotica

By Kim Corum

Lola is on the hunt for Hugo, the vampire who made her and then left. As she searches for her lost love, she recalls the events that led up to his departure.

Breathe: A Tale of Vampire Erotica is a story about a young woman's passionate quest to find the one who got away. Originally included in the collection, Dead Sexy Vampire Erotica: Two Dark and Thirsty Stories, this novella is for readers who like their vampire erotica to be romantic and sexy.

Please keep in mind, however, that this book contains adult situations and language and is intended for a mature audience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Tradition Books
• Release date: Jul 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781938107184

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Breathe

A Tale of Vampire Erotica

ALSO BY KIM CORUM

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Eager to Please

Playtime

99 Martinis: Uncensored

Heartbreaker

The Other Woman

Now She’s Gone

Dead Sexy: Two Tales of Vampire Erotica

Take Your Shirt Off: A Novel of Hollywood

Sex Scenes: Erotica Excerpts – Volume 1

Sex Scenes: Erotica Excerpts – Volume 2

Breathe

A Tale of Vampire Erotica

Belle Epoch

Breathe: A Tale of Vampire Erotica. Copyright © 2012 by Kim Corum.

eBook ISBN–13:  978-1-938107-18-4

eBook ISBN–10:  1-938107-18-7

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. For more information, email [e-mail].

This story originally appeared in Dead Sexy Vampire Erotica: Two Dark and Thirsty Stories in 2009.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

For my favorite bloodsucker.

Contents

Cravings

My Vampyre

Eternal Love

Empty Promises

The Witch

A Woman Scorned

Scene of the Original Crime

Not the Killing Kind

Cravings

The hunt was the least favorite part of the night. For me, I mean. Hugo loved it. But then again, he’d come to love it as any normal vampire would. It’s just that I wasn’t a normal vampire.

Hugo and I sat at the bar and waited for the victim to arrive. It was getting late and we were both starving. The red wine glasses were almost empty and the bartender was getting tired. The crowd was thinning out and Hugo was getting slightly agitated. But then he was turned on, too. He always got so turned on and alive before a kill.

I tried not to think about that.

I tried not to think about that as I felt his hand move up my arm and then push the hair away from my neck before his lips came to rest on the skin just below my ear. He gave me a long, slow kiss before pulling away, standing and then walking off. His hand came out towards me and I stood, taking it as I stared at the man in the booth who I knew was going to be our victim. He was an older man and he was staring at us intently. He was wondering what it would be like to be Hugo, who, he was sure, was taking me home to fuck me.

I stared at the man as I walked out, stared at him until he looked into my eyes and as soon as he did that, he was mesmerized. I mouthed, Come with me. He immediately rose and followed us. We walked slowly, with purpose, out the door and onto the street. I turned around to see the man following closely at our heels. I turned back around and held fast to Hugo’s hand. He squeezed my hand then ducked into an alley as I walked on.

I never heard or saw a thing.

I walked about a block, then turned back around and went back to the alley. Hugo nodded at me and I got on my knees next to the man, who was now only barely alive. I avoided his heavy-lidded eyes and the sun spots on his hands. I didn’t think about who this man was or the children—and grandchildren—he might have. Hugo went in for the blood that would feed me. I didn’t watch as he did it. But as soon as he turned to me, I opened my mouth and the man’s blood trickled in. Once I felt that rush of blood, of life, a sense of calm and purpose came over me.

Hugo kept doing this until I was full. Then he finished the man off. When he was done, he stood, took my hand and we walked away.

This was the way it was. This was the way it had been for a while. But all that was about to change.

* * * * *

Do you know how truly beautiful you are, Lola? he asked me later that night.

I nodded and smiled a little. He made me feel so beautiful that it didn’t embarrass me to agree. I felt no shame from the compliment. I never felt shame around him—ever. My hair was long and dark and my eyes were blue, crystal clear blue. My skin was subtle and as undamaged as a baby’s. My body was ripe for the taking, small and delicate, petite but with a nice ass and a great set of breasts, which he loved to devour.

You are, he said, staring at me. You are truly beautiful.

Through the eyes of our lovers, we see time. We see ourselves standing in it, standing in time, being ourselves and being loved for just that. That is what we crave. That’s the way I saw him, for who he really was. That’s the way he said he saw me. Innocent but hurt, craving something. He wanted to give me that something I needed that neither of us could name.

You don’t fool me, I told him once. You’re evil.

That I am, love, he said, giving me a sheepish grin. But then again, so are you.

And I was. Evil. It was strange to say, strange to be, evil. But I was evil. I was as evil as he was. He had made me that way. He had destroyed me, only to bring me back from the dead, to the living. That’s where I was now. Before him, I’d not been myself, not been the person or thing I was supposed to be. I had always been alone, unfulfilled. He had made me feel, he had made me full. He made me into the thing I was now. I was finally whole.

And now he was giving me that look again. That look that told me it was time to submit and to allow him to take me over. It was time, the look said, for me to lie down and take what he was going to give. I tensed in anticipation, tensed almost with fear. Our love making was always violent, despite the fact that it could be sweet and controlled. We liked it rough, though, and when we were done, we would survey the marks on our bodies that would heal almost as soon as they appeared. We would be proud of the marks, proud of our insatiable appetite for each other. Proud that we could bring the animal out.

The sex was the best